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Just came out of Thunderbolts and somehow I’m even more in love with Bucky Barnes than I already was. And that’s saying a lot.

What an incredible movieee. 🖤

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Go watch thunderbolts

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CAPTAIN AMERICA: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014) dir. Anthony Russo, Joe Russo

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I found porn 

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“... I think we find Bucky in a good place. I think he finally got a hold of those demons but he's still sort of figuring out how to fit in.”

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“... I feel like the hardest era for Bucky, for now, has passed. I think those brainwashing days were a little bit more intense for him.”

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looking so handsome for a man who's old enough to be everyone's great-grandfather <3

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If u only like Sebastian Stan for his hair:

Get the fuck off of my fuckin blog and make sure you're as far away from me as possible

The amount of disgusting comments on his shaved head I've read today makes me sick to my stomach

You won't drag the fuckin decisions a fantastic fuckin actor and lovely human being makes - about HIS body - through the mud and call urself a fan

If ur one of those superficial bitches

Fuck off. Fuck all the way off

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the way I yearn for James Buchanan Barnes should be studied

I feel FERAL all the time

the jaw clench????? put me in the grave now

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Candle shopping with Bucky 🥺

Aw this is sweet 🕯️

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“What about lavender?” You muse, opening the lid of the glass jar and inhaling. “It’s nice. Calming,” you offer, holding it up to Bucky’s face.

“No, I don’t want my apartment to smell like flowers,” he grumbles, waving the candle away before picking up a metal tin and popping off the lid. He takes a whiff and presents it to you.

“That smells like bourbon,” you deadpan.

“Exactly,” he grins.

“You want your apartment to smell like a bar?” You tease, lightly punching his flesh bicep.

“I want it to smell… I don’t know, but not like lavender.”

“Fine,” you mutter, perusing the shelves for something else. Definitely not Plumeria or “Garden Hideaway”. You pick up a red candle and hand it to him. He sniffs it.

“Apple pie. Not bad, but you could just bake a real one at my place,” he jokes, wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissing the top of your head. He puts the jar back on the shelf and releases you.

“Alright, I’m going to look at the car air fresheners, okay?” You say, leaving him to his own devices.

“Okay, doll,” he nods, eyes scanning the wall of scents.

You wander off to the corner of the small shop with car fresheners and sample a few before picking one out. You glance over at Bucky, his nose in a jar containing an ivory candle. You walk back to him, “Find one you like?”

“Uh, yeah,” he mumbles quietly, closing the lid. “You ready?”

“Yeah, but can I smell?” You question, reaching for the candle. He hands it to you gently, and you read the label: Vanilla Satin.

“Ooh, sounds fancy,” you muse before opening the lid and inhaling. “Oh, that’s… that’s nice. Definitely not bourbon, or mahogany, or leather, or something uber masculine,” you jest. “Why this one?”

You watch a subtle blush creep up his neck.

“What?” You ask quietly.

“It smells like… you,” he admits, taking the candle back from you and popping the lid on.

“Oh,” you sigh, surprised by his answer. “Yeah, it’s probably my perfume.”

Bucky smiles sheepishly, walking with you up to the register.

“What did you get?” He asks, eyeing your air freshener. You show him the little disc that says Stormwatch.

“It smells like your aftershave,” you note. “I guess we’re on theme today.

“I guess we are,” he chuckles, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

-the end-

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endgame logic : nothing you do in the past changes the future & everything is fine as long as you don’t mess up the timelines

me, remembering loki has the tesseract, 2014 thanos and his army is dead, 2014 nebula is dead, 2012 steve knows that bucky is alive, 2014 star lord is knocked out when ronin’s guys show up, 2014 gamora is in 2024, steve went back to the 40s and stayed there somehow and still showed up on that bench after returning infinity stones that weren’t in their original form: k

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Yeah, that is America’s ass.

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Steve: Language!

[One month later]

Tony: Oh, fiddlesticks! That really ruffles my feathers!

Steve, sobbing: Please just say fuck

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GIVE HIM THE FULL SUIT, MORONS

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